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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Ancient Greece Helots

Who were the helots? The origins of the helots can be traced back to the Messenian Wars, a series of conflicts that took place in the 8th and 7th centuries BCE. Sparta, driven by the need .

Stroll down FM 131, and you'll hit the charming heart of town. There's this quirky spot at Old Settlers Road, where old memories mix with new laughter – kinda like my therapy sessions sometimes, haha. I love bopping by the Helotes Creek Trail. That creek gurgles like hidden secrets spilling out into our lives. Sometimes, when I'm musing about family bonds, it just reminds me "i feel so alive" – playful like in the movie!

Mountain of mulch dubbed 'Mulchie' caught fire 18 years ago in Helotes